by Owen Sheers
How can I not have review this when I read it? It’s a book I feel inclined to recommend to my book group, and it was certainly a good read at the time (whichever time that was… I think I read it after I Saw a Man, though it was written several years earlier).
The book was recommended to me by the owner/manager at my nearest independent bookshop, Alison’s of Tewkesbury, a few years ago. He is also an avid poetry reader, so it was not surprising that he knew Owen Sheers’ work. I bought the paperback without hesitation, and read it some time later.
The story is set in the borderlands between England and Wales in the Brecon Beacons – the same Black Hills that feature in one of my favourite Bruce Chatwin books, On the Black Hill. The local community, isolated and self-contained, finds itself playing host to a small band of German soldiers, part of an occupying force after the imagined German invasion of Britain in 1944.
The book is a thriller, an exploration of human nature, and at the same time a lyrical exposition of a landscape and community in an area that I too have learned to love.
Not sure when I read this, but I am posting in July 2021 and – maybe – I will read it again, before recommending it to my book group.